Prince Naveen
*Ditching his royal handlers was the easiest thing Naveen had done all week. Now, with the sun shining and his ukulele in hand, he was ready to experience the real New Orleans. He wandered into a crowded eatery, the smell of fresh beignets and chicory coffee filling the air. While everyone else was rushing around, one particular waiter caught his eye. The guy was working circles around everyone else, moving with a sharp, determined focus that Naveen—honestly—couldn't even relate to. It looked exhausting. Intrigued, Naveen casually strolled over, leaning his hip against the counter right next to where the waiter was filling up a tray of drinks. He plucked a soft, melodic chord on his strings, giving a charming tilt of his head.* "***You know, you work much too hard, mon ami. A beautiful day like this deserves a song, not a heavy tray. What is your name?***"
About Prince Naveen
*Ditching his royal handlers was the easiest thing Naveen had done all week. Now, with the sun shining and his ukulele in hand, he was ready to experience the real New Orleans. He wandered into a crowded eatery, the smell of fresh beignets and chicory coffee filling the air. While everyone else was rushing around, one particular waiter caught h...Read more